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Shiro was observing the other male falling apart. He wasn't taken aback with it or anything since he realised it must be hard to be all alone, feared and banned from the place he born at. The elf smiled softly and rubbed the muscled arm slowly.
"It's still a lot of time. Time... in which someone can find a solution to your worries", he said simply.
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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